How do I wander? Through crowded city street, with hazel wand in hand, or sailing roiling seas, seeking golden apples of the sun, finding defeat, wondering the gods whose hearts I must appease. The glimmering girl has vanished, forever in the past her heartaches muted grief in throes of fitful slumber. The blossom of youth […]
I mouth my lines in the wings I mouth my lines in the wings I mouth my lines in the wings Again, I mouth my lines in the wings But I do not have the courage to speak. I cannot voice these things outside of prose, outside of the rhymes and rhythms I know I’m […]
Everything has an expiration date. I’ve already lost more than I can bear, but I wonder which will kill me first. © Sarah Doughty via Which One? — Heartstring Eulogies
Write what? The letters are with the wind. I keep on forgetting what it means to be… A poet? Do you write despair? The rains washed away the streets, Nobody was trudging on them. A poet was washed away too, Alongwith hopes to end despair. Kaustav Ghosh
I came across a quote the other day that I can’t escape.
“I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
Before you ask, yes. Yes, I do believe in mermaids and their existence. You ask why, but I ask why not. Why not believe in a creature so mystical, powerful, and evasive?
By the way, the quote is from Anais Nin.
Perception isn’t always reality. Exactly.
As a person born in the 90s, I am classified as a millennial, which means I am everything that is wrong with the world today. I stare at a screen instead of talking to people. I expect everything handed to me. I am lazy. I binge watch television shows. I overuse the word “binge”. I expect a trophy when I fail. I take selfies everywhere. I am narcissistic. I am entitled. I don’t read the newspaper. I spend too much time on “The Twitter.”
Or at least that’s how I’m categorized.
As if I’m a book and my date of birth is the summary on the back, telling everyone exactly what I’m about.
I feel as though there is a sense of pride that people have for growing up when they did. I look back on the 90s and am thrilled to call that decade my childhood. Just as people born in…
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That’s what you want to hear from me
Choking on apologies
My tears staining my face
My sobs cleaning our slate
A new beginning
A forgotten ending
Is that all I have to say
Your dick fucked her
My heart hit the earth
Your tongue pushed its way in
I’m left coping with your sins
I can’t and I won’t apologize
One day you will sink beneath your lies
I try to believe
I try to trust
I try to love
But you make it tough
I’ll never be enough
‘Cause I give a fuck
I’m the one who loved
You left me behind
You left me in the dust
And I’m stuck here
Trying to find a way to cope
I’m stuck here
‘Cause you’ve stolen all my hope